actually no,
tragically though,
im the only one who knows what the tapestry wont show
when its pulled to the side smiles burn the broken rainbows
and got me thirsting for a way to turn to poking vein holes
for the third time this week, you want to be just friends
hows it feel to be at it again?
i can hear it in your vocal tone, calling me and sounding all confused
they found me in my shoes, drownding in your blues
phone off the hook, with the razor and lost
cutting snow angel faces out of the layer of frost
laying across the coffee table, and sauced up
all i ever wanted was acacia that was able to talk but, 
you hold it all inside till it gives me butterflies
trying to camoflauge the fact your kissing other guys
you say i gotta work till i get your heart back
but i dont wanna win, i want a who, where, what and why

spare me, spare me lady snowblood
please dont hurt me with your crazy old love
roses are dead, violets are few,
lady snowblood dont slice me in two
spare me, spare me lady snowblood
please dont hurt me with your crazy old love
roses are dead, violets are few,
lady snowblood im scared to love you

last week, i prolly could of left you
i think some pitty pot got smoked up to your rescue
now i got hedgers im rippin away the tought [bad word] 
feeling like you gave me a cynical case of love bugs
you like giving my cynical face a [bad word] 
i grimace only when its the bitterist taste of lung blood
breathing heavy, im needing every rea##uring detail or word
you can give me, but you wont
cause this week, burbons gunna k#ll your throat germs
and spoil every single drop of milk the goat churns
kyake through my rapid thoughts, still my boat turns over
hanging still, smelling silky rope burns sober
cause foreplay your way..was like you just tied me to the bed
dirty eyed me, then you fled
im secure when i say i know the ropes
the only reason that i wished you love me is because i know you dont

spare me, spare me lady snowblood
please dont hurt me with your crazy old love
roses are dead, violets are few,
lady snowblood dont slice me in two
spare me, spare me lady snowblood
please dont hurt me with your crazy old love
roses are dead, violets are few,
lady snowblood im scared to love you

!! it your [bad word] 
under a blue sun
i read your old emails
cause you never send me new ones
you never make my phone ring or vibrate
im sorry, but its time for me to do my own thing
and migrate..
my stomachs tied into a timber hitch for you
my hearts broken, all you let me do was sniff the glue
instead of rea##embling my parts,
you make colages out of faces of the guys that sit up at the bar
take my shirt and expose my bare burnt back
summer turns to winter, my hair turns black
you murked all the roses, their bloodying the dirt
these walls do talk, and some of them are flirts
and maybe one of them will give [bad word] 
or worse..they'll all collapse on me, to the muddiest of earth
you clipped my fingernails and it prevented from being able fly
i love you..goodbye, i hate you

spare me, spare me lady snowblood
please dont hurt me with your crazy old love
roses are dead, violets are few,
lady snowblood dont slice me in two
spare me, spare me lady snowblood
please dont hurt me with your crazy old love
roses are dead, violets are few,
lady snowblood im scared to love you